In times of darkness, the people will turn to The Light for guidance. In times of trouble, the people will turn to The Light for answers. In times of destruction, only The Light will stand alone. Siegfred Grada, founder of the state of Grada.

A young boy, scarred by the past is sent back through time from an age which has left the world in destruction. his task is to bring peace back into the world and it's people. this boy is Naz though not the same Naz Dragonheart who had repeated fought battles of old. this was his younger self. neither was he strong nor experienced in battle. yet, he had wit and intellect. may this is what the world would need.
Naz dreamed that he was on a battlefield, noise was all around him. he recognised the style of the war. the Chaos Wars. the most blood thristy war ever recorded. Naz had known from when he was a child that he was special because he shared the name of the Great Warrior, Dragonheart. in fact, the man had died on the very day he was born but he wondered whether they were on in the same he was fancinated by him and read all his adventures and quests.
he saw the pain of the people being killed around him and remembered his own pain, pain of torture by an unknown man. he wish he knew what he was, even who he was.
Naz began to feel himself waking up. he opened his eyes. he was on a bed in a tent. he wondered what happened, hsi eyes hadn't properly focused. he could see someone bending over. he could tell it was female by her hair and shapely backside. he thought that he would comment, as a joke, "nice ass!"

The girl laughed and turned around.
"Well, they normally say 'where am I?'" General Nemrith Tysher responded. "Never mind, at least you are awake...you have had us very concerned...Do you remember anything about the battle?" Nemrith asked, wiping her hands dry and taking a seat. Just then, a young brown haired boy ran into the tent.
"There you are! I've been lookin' for ya!" Wendel yelled and jumped on to Nemrith's lap. She smiled and heaved him off."You're getting too big for that, and don't shout! There are some very sick people around here!"
Wendel grined sliyly and pushed a flower into her hand bfore fleeing the tent. Nemrith shok her head and put the flower in her belt.
"Is he-"
"Oh, he's...he hasn't a family. Most warriors would have left him to let nature take its course, but I didn't..." Nemrith sighed and stood. "Are you hungry?"
"Ah, so blondie's awake then I see..." A drawling voice commented from the tent entrance.
"Zardolf, why are you here? Your mages are no longer needed, or wanted!" Nemrith yelled.
"I'm here to keep an eye on you my dearest..." he smirked and sloped off...

(i'll do a lot of italic writing. it'll show Naz's thoughts, which will play a big part in this)
what the heck?! shouldn't that have been.....and wasn't that......and what happened and....where am i? too many thoughts, need answers
"erm battle? what battle? who won?" Naz asked quickly.

"The battle is over, but there will be many more...we won for now. It is a good job I managed to pursuade my King and Queen that the army was needed here. What is your name? I'm Nemrith. Nemrith Tysher. General to my troops, but I normally do not care for titles.."

"title? what title? i thought that don't say anything, just try and figure things out er, i mean that what exactly happened in the battle. i don't remember much didn't remeber reading this is what i mean and so my heads a bit messed up. how many survivors?"

"A few thousand...mostly very badly wounded. I've sent my wol- warriors back North. Those, like myself, with magik ablilty have stayed to provide healing and a temopary protective force." Nemrith said, holding out an arm. A jug of water and cup floated over to her. She poured him a drink, offering him the cup. "So, who are you? I cannot really answer what happened in battle until all the reports are in. On man was raving about a giant worm...I was the other side of the feild of battle and had several trolls and orcs to contend with..."

worm?! thousands of survivors, thats seems encouraging. great, sarcastic thoughts, what next?
"thanks," Naz said, taking a sip of the water, "my name is Naz, same as the great warrior, Naz Dragonheart. i'm about 15. sorry if i offended u, i wasn't really thinking straight yeah, thought that i might copy a classic line from Naz. why did it work for him? heck to it..."

"It's alright. I'll let you get some sleep...after which you can tell me about this Dragonheart, I don't think I've heard of him!" Nemrith smiled and stood up, walking to the tent flap. "Oh, and you're not so bad yourself!" Nemrith said over her shoulder and quickly ran out, pulling the flap down as she went.

oh crap, i hope that wasn't just a come on then......wait! did she just say that she didn't know Naz. so, this really was supposed to be the Chaos Wars. does this then mean that Naz isn't famous. man, stuffs messed. wonder who the kid was? where so i go from here? never left town before. don't even have a map. maybe Nemrith will let me tag along with her. so tired....
Naz decided to close his eyes and catch a little shut-eye.

Hours later, Nemrith returned to the tent, balancing a plate of food and trying to make sure that Wendel didn't trip everyone up.
"Naz? You awake?" Nemrith said, then grinned, putting the plate down. "I hope you don't mind me bringing Wendel along...he follows me everywhere..." Nemrith rolled her eyes, patting Wendel on the head.
"So, you think you're 15? Hm, a little young...never mind, eh? How old do you think I am?" she challenged.

"19 that's right isn't or doesn't she have that wolf-thing now. whatever, only her age!," he said automatically, whilst trying eat at the same time. he seemed very hungry.

"Haha! 17....And I have my own army to command...not bad, eh?" Nemrith said, conjouring some balls of light for Wendel to play with. "You're hungry, eh? Want any more?"

"yeah, hey," Naz said suddenly, looking at Wendel, "what's the deal with his hat? finally something i genuinely don't know!"

"Oh, it's to hide his ears. He's a half-elf...recently, people think they're trouble and he's only a little kid so he dosne't deserve any hassle. I only bought it for him for travelling, but he won't take it off..." Nemrith sighed. "He picked it out himself.."

so it the Wendel. evil half elfs eh? must know more!
"what's supposed to be wrong with half-elves then? in....erm, where I come from, they are okay, some are even hereos!"

"Some people are very narrow-minded...things change. It is not that half elves are evil, it is just that people think that, the same way they think old women with cats are witches...the only witch around here is mooching around the tents as we speak -Zardolf, the mage from earlier. He was useless to us in battle and now he is stalking the camp trying to intimidate us all..." Nemrith sighed. "So, did you want any mre food? I can go and ask for some more to be sent down if you wish..." Nemrith said and went to the tent opening and asked a passing solider bearing a silver and blue coat of arms for food.
"At once Lady Tysher..." the man said, saluting.

Lady Tysher? i always knew here as the rouge of Naz's group. the one who felt she shouldn't have been there. things have canged too much. why did i read all that crap for nothing?! entertainment i suppose
"no thank u, i thikn that i am quite full. have those reports on the worm thing come through?"

"No. I'll go and ask my scouts if they know anythign yet. Do you mind if I leave Wendel here? I'd need to go to the outpost...I'd only be about two hours or so, bt its too much for a little one in the...current circumstances..." Nemrith asked, her silver eyes pleading.

"Nemrith! This lad here's been shot and I'm hungry! Fix this situation!"

"erm...," Naz began but she had already left, leaving Wendel behind with Naz. Zardolf had left the tent also. Naz stared at the child, the half-elf. something so young and inncent could be hated so? Zardolf hasn't changed. at least that is one reassuring thought

"I'll get my own food shall I?" Zardolf wandered off into the forest and emerged telekinetically carrying a deer.
"Anyone else want some? This is the largest thing you morons have seen for a while!"

"Go and get yourself food." Nemrith snapped, kneeling down beside the young man, healing him in an instant. "There, keep the would area clean and come see me in the morning if it starts hurting again," Nemrith said gently, standing up. "Zardolf, why are you here still? I'd appreciate it if you left!" Nemrith glared at him and stalked off on the road to the outpost.

"You don't want the deer then? It seems like something you'd want."

Nemrith looked back over her shoulder, sending a burning flame of magik into Zardolf. "Take your mages and leave. You're not needed here.

Naz heard the shouting outside. he began to talk to kid Wendel, "hello. so, ur half-elf. that must be nice." Wendel stared at him, confused, "do u....understand me at all?" Wendel continued to stare at him. Naz sighed heavily how old is this kid? can't even talk....or maybe he just won't. Wendel always seemed like a bit of a woose! he smirked to himself, thankful that he couldn't read minds.

"Considering the fact that you're at war and your soldiers are dropping like flies, you do need us."

Naz watched Wendel as he continued trying to catch the conjured bubbles.

"No, we don't. You do nothing to help as it is, but lord it up over us all!" Nemrith yelled. "And if you don't mind, I need to go!" Nemrith spat, swinging herslef up onto her horse, galloping off.

what was that? a horse? Naz peeked outside the tent and saw Nemrith about to gallop off. he shouted at her, "hey, where are you going?" Naz looked at Zardolf with her. wonder what he is saying?

"Like I said, I'm going to the outpost. I won't be long!"

"but...what...forget it!" Naz muttered quietly. he re-entered the tent and Wendel as exactly where he was before, fansinated by the bubbles.

Latre, Nemrith rode back, feeling drained. Maybe she really was doing to much, she was not sure. Feeling sleepy, she walked to Naz's into tent.

"Women, eh? Animals." Zardolf smiled evily.
"Mages! We're not wanted here! Let's go!"

Nemrith entered the tent, Naz asked, "what was that all about with the mages? why is she working with mages, she is notorious for hating them. must have been big"

"They're leaving." Nemrith said, rubbing her eyes and yawning. "I'm sorry, I couldn't find anything else out about the worm, apart from it was real...it burrowed down into the earth. Not all of my scouts have come back yet. I'll try again in the morning..."

"u look beat. be honest, i feel it to. think i'll just sleep now. what about u, u gonna sleep out she ain't what she was! don't say it, u might insult her. who knows what's gone one...i mean, u got somewhere to sleep? u can have this tent bed if u need to."

"I am tired..thank you for the offer, but I do have my own tent, they take god care of the Generals...we fight their wars, we're the ones who have to tell people to go die..." Nemrith said quietly, then realised what she was saying. "I'm sorry, I must be more tired than I thought! Plus, if I slept here, where would you sleep? It looks ike Wendel is already asleep...I'll leave him, he shouldn't wake to the morning," Nemrith said looking in the corner at Wendel who was curled up on a pile of blankets.
"Well, sleep well. I'll be back in the morning..." Nemrith smiled gently and walked out of the tent.

A green skinned stranger appeared at the edge of the camp. He was wearing a purple robe and was smiling devilishly.
"Hi everyone. Mind if I join you?" The earth started shaking. None of the soldiers could move and the ground was starting to burn.
He drew a scimitar and raised it as he flew over to Nemrith.

Nemrith ducked and drew her own sword. "So, you one of Zardolf's minions? If he's that annoyed that I told him to leave, he should have the guts to come fight me himself!"

"I do not know Zardolf! I serve other forces!"
Meteors seemed to fall from the sky towards Nemrith.